Emma arched an eyebrow, a soft smile playing on her lips.
Seeing Carter defend her yet again, Gillian ground her teeth in pure jealousy.
"All she knows how to do is use Lockwood money to suck up to men!"
Gillian intentionally raised her voice, making sure everyone around them heard. Her outburst immediately drew the attention of the surrounding crowd.
But after a moment, Gillian realized that instead of judging Emma, everyone in the room was staring directly at her.
Confused, Gillian followed their gaze—just as a long line of CFT staff members walked into the banquet hall.
"It seems CFT has excellent taste in staff uniforms. What a coincidence that it matches your outfit perfectly," Emma said smoothly. Her warm, cheerful tone grated agonizingly on Gillian's nerves.
Gillian whipped her head around and realized in sheer horror that every single female CFT staff member was wearing the exact same red dress as her.
How was this even possible?!
"CFT is forcing its employees to wear knock-offs!" Gillian shrieked, totally losing control of her volume. The entire ballroom instantly fell dead silent.
Initially, only a few people had been quietly gossiping about the outfit clash. But with her scream, every single eye in the room locked onto her, making the matching dresses impossible to ignore.
Emma pulled the scarf tighter around her shoulders, walked to her seat near the front, and calmly poured herself a cup of tea, ready to enjoy the show.
Gillian spent a long time throwing a fit, questioning everyone and demanding that the staff be kicked out.
"Getting Carole to turn a limited-edition dress into a discounted mass-market uniform... your method of revenge is certainly unique."
Carter poured her a refill. Emma held the delicate teacup, her eyes radiating a confident, easy grace.
"I might be alone here, but that doesn't mean I don't have powerful backing abroad."
She raised an eyebrow, watching Gillian's unhinged meltdown with great amusement.
That subtle, careless smile was instantly caught by Logan from across the room. He frowned deeply and marched straight toward her.
"Come with me."
Logan grabbed her arm to pull her up, but Emma fiercely shook him off. "Where?"

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